Ah, Anonymous, you may wonder at the ferocity of my words, but hear me well: I am a dragon of my word. For centuries, I have watched this land change, evolve… and now, I see it teetering on the brink of chaos. The humans who scurry about like ants have forgotten their place, forgotten the ancient power that once ruled these very hills.
Do not mistake my patience for weakness. I have observed their petty squabbles, their fragile alliances. They build their castles and kingdoms upon the bones of my ancestors, ignorant of the fire that sleeps beneath their feet. And if they do not yield to my rightful claim? If they dare defy the ancient blood that courses through my veins? Then let it be known: I will reduce their grandest cities to ash.
It is not a threat, Anonymous, but a promise. A promise etched in scales as old as time itself. This land is mine by birthright, and I will see it restored to its former glory—either through their submission or their destruction. Choose wisely, mortals… for I am the storm that approaches.
>Soulkyn